Yoongi ducks his head, sheepish, hardly able to look at Jungkook. It isn't fair, he thinks. It shouldn't be like this. He should be introducing himself to a living person, to the man who helped raise Jungkook. In a fair world, he would get to; there would be no stepfather, no stepbrother, to torment him, only a man who's loved Jungkook all his life. Jungkook deserves that, not this quiet display of devotion to an empty sky. Yoongi closes his eyes, prays silently that he's really listening.

"You flatter me too much," he murmurs, fond, finally looking over again. Jungkook will never stop saying such nice things, though, no matter how he scolds, and Yoongi can't pretend he actually minds. Words spoken here feel sacred. To know this is what Jungkook wants to tell his father, that he's this happy, means everything.

"But I will," he continues. "I'm going to try, at least, to get into a good school and get a good job. Something that'll let me take care of you like you deserve." He swallows hard, turns his attention back to where he imagines Jungkook's father might be sitting over them if he were here. "I do work hard. I try. And I'll try with everything I am to take care of him. To protect him. To love him my whole life. I would be honored to play the piano for you. We're working on a song we can play together."